"Small money, drive your car today, we can both drive a car. You'll send me back in the afternoon." Qiu Yayang was sitting in the co-driver's seat as he spoke. This sentence is especially comfortable in Zeng Xiaoqian's ears. Since the day he bought this Wuling Hongguang, almost every beautiful girl who took his car would despise it. Only Qiu Yayang would give up the luxury car and take his car.

Of course, Li Fengying and Zhao Xiaomin also support him unconditionally, both of them belong to pragmatism.

They drove all the way to yesterday's neighborhood. They went too late last night. They saw only two residential buildings in front...